Chapter 337: The Phantom Realm Sanctuary

"What is happening?!" Klein was horrified in his heart. Fortunately, having received a warning beforehand, he was already prepared and suppressed his Spirituality before it could break away from him.

What would happen if all his Spirituality were sucked away?

Klein pondered this question; that would likely be a return to the state before he started, perhaps he could hold a ritual again and pray to the "Supreme Dream" for a gift?

"The source of the power of the Gift System is the 'Supreme Dream', not Potions, so when I worship this Holy Statue that carries a trace of the true intent of the 'Supreme Dream', my Spirituality and power have a kind of cohesive force returning to the source..."

Klein thought of many things in an instant, but there was no excessive expression on his face.

"Bishop, I will go to work now." The priest stole a glance at Klein, and finding that he had no issues, he took his leave.

Klein thanked him softly and continued forward; he also saw this Holy Statue.

This Holy Statue was completely different from the symbolic representations of other True Gods; it was a realistic human appearance, which was also the uniqueness of the "Supreme Dream"—it had always been a humanoid Statue that people worshipped.

Because of the nature of "Dream", people could always see the side they most wanted to see on the Statue.

In Klein's eyes, the Space behind the Holy Statue seemed to have melted, condensing into a mass of "jelly" with dreamlike colors, and within the "jelly" were countless Dream Bubbles.

With a "pop" sound, that mass of "jelly" began to undergo Transformation, and one after another, dreamlike tentacles stretched out; the tentacles had the Starry Sky as their background, with brilliant starlight twinkling, and at their tips were one Dream Bubble after another.

"This is..." Klein fell into immense shock; the only explanation he could think of was, "Mythical Creature Form?!"

It was said that the Holy Statue possessed a trace of the true intent of the "Supreme Dream"; so this was what it meant!

At the same time, Klein's eyes widened abruptly, feeling his mindset changing at a terrifying speed.

Klein lowered his head sharply, not daring to look any longer. If he looked for two more seconds, his cognition would be completely rewritten, and he would become a fanatical believer of the "Supreme Dream".

Klein watched as the people around him picked up the sliced Cake to taste without hesitation, and finally, he couldn't resist and picked up a piece.

It was just that Klein's personality was destined not to become a fanatical believer who could abandon everything for the deity they worshipped.

That near-blasphemous cognition regarding the "Mythical Creature Form" was rapidly shattering, replaced by an absolute piety; he only wanted to crawl on the ground and praise Her dreamlike, beautiful body.

A piece of Cake, divided into two halves; one half was dazzling with various colors, claimed to be made of thirty-six ingredients, while the other half was pure white.

However, these people were overflowing with a kind of purity Klein had never seen before, and coupled with the bonus of the dreamlike quality, it pulled his favorability toward these fellow believers directly to above friendly.

Klein was quickly pulled into the crowd by a group of fanatical believers, who forcibly pressed him in front of two exquisite Cakes.

"Is this the ultimate form of the 'Dream' Pathway's affinity and attraction?! Directly modifying cognition to make everyone Her believers?"

"..." Klein could not adapt to this atmosphere for a moment.

Klein had some guesses, but he did not dare to look up to confirm them again, instead continuing to walk forward. He was not the only one here; this was the Phantom Realm Sanctuary for all Dream believers, so naturally, many Dream believers were gathered here.

Hmm... almost every Dream believer was a devout believer of the "Supreme Dream", so worshipping the Holy Statue was a daily routine.

Klein took a bite of the one with the staggered aesthetic, only to feel dozens of flavors exploding on his taste buds; each one was just right, releasing its own most perfect flavor.

"Quick, taste what I made!" Another fellow believer handed over a cup of clear water and urged him.

"This fellow believer! You are new here, come and judge for us, would you? Is my thirty-six ingredient Cake delicious, or is this kind of ultimate, pure deliciousness?"

Klein subconsciously rinsed his mouth with water, then speared a piece and put it into his mouth; a flavor completely opposite to the previous one crashed into his taste buds.

The completely different flavor was extreme to the limit; the taste of milk was released to its most perfect state.

"Which one do you say is better!?" Both fellow believers pressed him.

Klein said sheepishly, "I haven't tasted it out yet, another piece!"

Klein was full when he left; in the end, he chose the multi-flavor mixed one out of the two Cakes—this was a difficult choice he made after eating nearly ten pieces of Cake.

"They say Dream believers know how to enjoy life best; it is true indeed."

Klein searched all the way around the Holy Statue and saw many true Dream believers; some were researching how ordinary people could fly, some were composing beautiful musical movements, and Klein even saw the prototype of a game console from his past life here.

The abilities belonging to the "Dream" Pathway were being played with in all sorts of ways by these people.

"The atmosphere here and that weird, dangerous world outside are simply two different styles..."

Klein walked around and found an empty space that no one had occupied, from which he could just see the front of the Holy Statue.

He liked it here, but he had not forgotten his goal.

He came here to advance to "Fairy Tale Mage".

"The modern ritual for 'Fairy Tale Mage' is: create a fairy tale story that can be recognized by the Phantom Realm."

If it were three hundred years ago, when there was no Phantom Realm, one would need to spread the story they wrote throughout the world until it received enough praise from people.

This was not a simple matter for anyone.

Because for hundreds of years, driven by various interests in the Phantom Realm, the fairy tales of the entire world had long since been collected, and most of them had physical manifestations in the "Fairy Tale Town" of the Fairyland.

No one knew how many fairy tales were in that Fairy Tale Town; sometimes, a fairy tale you spent months creating could be found in "Fairy Tale Town" with a similarity of over ninety percent.

However, Klein also had an advantage that others did not, which was a way of thinking that was vastly different from this world—that was one of the benefits brought by transmigrating.

"I hope Roselle and the other fellow countrymen left me a sip of soup..." Klein was also a bit uncertain.

It was known that Roselle copied and pasted everything, but those fellow countrymen who transmigrated with him also seemed to have succeeded in picking up scraps and had been recognized by the Phantom Realm.

"First, manifest all the fairy tales in my memory and try them one by one."

Klein laid out drawing paper and drew a copy of Andersen's Fairy Tales, a copy of One Thousand and One Nights, and also Grimm's Fairy Tales on it.

Afterward, he reached out and took these three fairy tale books directly out of the drawing.

These three fairy tales were manifested according to Klein's memory, recording those fairy tales Klein was most familiar with.

It was just that, as Klein prepared to have these three fairy tale books recognized through the Phantom Realm, his Spirituality jumped suddenly.

He sensed that, at the very least, the fairy tales in these three books had all been copied already...